Dressed in over-the-shoulder white, with her hair hanging down, Cao Youmeng, who has a little makeup, is dressed in white, as if it is the ** born in this early stage, it really fell through everyone's eyes, I thought that this Oiran would appear with enchanting black silk or even white silk, even if it is meat silk, and then with high heels, a small short skirt, a ** dance in exchange for a burst of high drinking, I never thought that I met a fairy's mortal plain clothes.

But these people were not disappointed, the look in their eyes that made people want to pity when they saw it, with a kind of indescribable sadness, the appearance of this oiran is a must to make people suppress this inner fanaticism, quiet down and look forward to the performance of this plain fairy.

Cao Youmeng glanced at the man's position on the second floor, and what he got was Zhang Liuliang's signature smile, which made people very comfortable.

Cao Youmeng, who was transformed from nervous to comfortable, sat down, put his fingers on the strings, and the lights fell, and everyone saw clearly that this was a guzheng.

Infusing the bar's inherent hormonal elements with this ancient technique is a trick that the hell this guy came up with.

Everyone was puzzled, but they were looking forward to it.

Guzheng is not something that ordinary people can deduce, and if it is not done well, it will be cold, and it requires a strong ability to deter and suppress the field.

However, when Cao Youmeng's strings began, a lyrical music sounded, and everyone who was getting better began to hold their breath and close their eyes to listen.

A lingering attack is followed by a slow advanced music, and then the piano stops, both hands in unison, fingers interlaced after the burst of shouting, set off the music**, this** is not the kind of galloping roar of ten thousand horses, but a kind of gradual ** cry buried in the low tide slowly, and then the three-part ** at the same time, until the ** music fell but did not sing in a low voice, but directly set the strings to stop, only to hear the accompaniment then gentle, to the end left empty.

Everyone was stunned on the spot, and they didn't wake up directly from this music, and those who didn't understand the guzheng track began to applaud to show their embarrassment, and then there was an explosive applause that followed, wave after wave, resounding throughout the entire hall on the first floor.

Zhang Liuliang drank white water, clapped his palms in a low voice, and said: "A good song is gradually slowing down, close to the style of ** but returning to the pen, this Oiran has a level." ”

Cao Youmeng stepped down quietly, like an elf, giving everyone a sweetness but returning with white clouds.

Everyone reminisces, a savored style of posterity.

Next, there was no warm-up program, but the host explained that tonight's lottery session, there will be red envelopes, and everyone began to immerse themselves in the soothing western style of this bar, but everyone was still reminiscing about the fairy zither song and the appearance of the plain clothes just now, it was so fucking impactful, who said that this high heel with black silk is sexy, this plain clothes are also fucking sexy and unstoppable!

Cao Youmeng's palms were sweaty, and she sat upright in the background and began to change her clothes, and there was her warm-up program in the middle.

However, Cao Youmeng was willing to do so, because on the second floor sat the lord who could jump down at any time to protect him.

During this period, there was a son-in-law brother who claimed to be the director of a certain TV station under the guise of going to this backstage to spoil Cao Youmeng, Zhang Liuliang glanced at Chu Jiu Angel, and directly carried it and threw it out of the big square door, and he scolded at the door Before Han Lichuan could add a kick to the door, he was pushed down and climbed out by the people queuing at the door.

It's really because of the large number of people, Zhang Liuliang temporarily arranged this nature of the consumption period, even if the money is added, it will not arrange extra time alone, and the people who are waiting for the scene can only withdraw from the field accompanied by the security guards of the big quadripartite, leaving tomorrow night to come to see the heroic feat of the Oiran.

At a quarter past ten, the first group of people withdrew one after another, and the second group of people quickly crowded, and the sentence that was passed on to the ears, "There is an Oiran who can kill people in this big Quartet" is all regret and coveting after seeing the amazing face and superb skills of this Cao Youmeng.

Zhang Liuliang felt that he had become the role of this old bustard, hiding an oiran who was alluring the country and the city, which made the princes and even the generals who sat on the country and the world began to indulge in unserious work!

This time, Cao Youmeng faded off the white clothes, but tied up a ponytail, her eyes were branded with innocence, she sat there quietly with a flawless cheek, holding a guitar in her hand, and the foot of canvas shoes put a shallow denim, revealing a small white calf, wearing a white shirt, she sat quietly on the stool, stood on tiptoe, put on the guitar, and began to play a song "Sky" composed by herself.

The music came in, and Cao Youmeng took a few strings and began to play and sing.

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When I was a child, I always wondered why the white clouds in the sky were so ever-changing, and he stood next to me and painted the color he wanted.

The afternoon after the watercolors, I was alone with my paintbrush, but I could no longer paint the colors that the brush depicted.

I thought it was the color of his sky, but I didn't think it was the color he gave me.

When I grew up, I stood beside him, but I saw another sky in his eyes.

You say the sky is mine, like a white snowdrop.

You say that the sky is white, like a pure white paper.

But why can't I find the color of that day anymore?

But why don't I have the same anxiety as I did?

As you drift away, you are like a colorless cloud, waving your invisible hand to leave the same white shirt color as ever.

I dressed up in canvas shoes as the yearning of your heart, but I could no longer see a stubborn figure standing beside me.

Grow up, grow up, grow up and understand.

Mature, mature, mature.

But there was no longer the sky I saw in this city.

Have you seen it in another country?

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Cao Youmeng took advantage of soothing music and completed the song "Sky" in three beats and one dozen that were not regular, two into three or four beats, and he had completed the lyrics and composition when he was in high school.

The voice is ethereal, telling a young story of ignorance when playing and growing up.

Everyone was stupid, forgetting to applaud and shouting, but missing that young self.

Do you stand in a different place and look up at the sky and leave the phrase, 'Have you seen it in another country?' ’

Cao Youmeng walked off the stage slowly, and everyone remembered from the vanishing music, and then there was this thunderous applause.

It was the kind of involuntary explosive shout, and Cao Youmeng, who mainly wore pure and vegan clothes, exploded everyone's attention.

Zhang Liuliang clapped his hands and applauded, and gave Cao Youmeng, who was looking at him, a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

Well, it's so good!

"Goddess, I'm going to marry you!"

"Goddess, take my knees!"

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